{"sf1_id":null,"sf2_id":"mvwbVM4n","title":"Claimed and Betrayed","author":"Cinos","words":7489,"posted_at":"2026-06-14T13:56:16.000Z","tags":["addiction","addictive cum","addictive musk","alcohol","anal","australian shepherd","betrayal","bisexual","breeding","cheating","dog","dom breaking","female","first gay experience","fucked while tied","impregnation","knot","male","moth","musk hypnosis","threesome","trickery","vaginal","wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/mvwbVM4n-claimed-and-betrayed","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/mvwbVM4n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/00/23/0023af5a-ce59-405f-a5fe-407e164b08b1","description":"Duke, after a few heavy drinks at a social event, is lured to a married dog's apartment with the promise of getting to breed her. Easy enough, given his addictive musk and seed. Unfortunately for him, he meets another person with those same powers - betrayed in turn by the bitch he helped betray her husband - and he does so while tied to his newest conquest, and as it turns out, he's not immune to being turned into an adoring cockslut of a pet himself, either.  \n  \n Join my Discord at [https://discord.com/invite/x55typCFuz](https://discord.com/invite/x55typCFuz) to hang out and/or get commission info, and follow me on Bluesky at [https://bsky.app/profile/ruddertail.bsky.social](https://bsky.app/profile/ruddertail.bsky.social) for updates!","content":"Claimed and Betrayed\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDuke had a rare gift. He had a seductive muskiness about him, especially when he was horny. It was the kind of scent that’d worm its way into your mind – more effective on women than men – and make the wolf seem more attractive to the victim the longer they were in his presence. Being that Duke certainly liked being desired, that musk, as well as his addictive cum, served him well and ensured that he had no shortage of partners begging to be bred.\n\nAs far as he knew, nobody could resist it forever, bar for certain creatures that he’d encountered during his life; there was one that he particularly didn't like thinking about because the memories tasted like headaches and copper. But such beings were few and far between. And so, beyond his natural charisma, Duke relied rather openly on letting his musk do the seduction for him.\n\nHowever, sometimes anomalous abilities like that attracted the wrong kind of attention.\n\nTonight, though, unaware as all beings were of what the future might bring, Duke was planning to go to a party. Not just _any_ party either, but a rather special party arranged by the government to help people hook up in the hopes of combating falling birth rates. That meant that public displays of affection – including far more intimate acts – were not only allowed but _encouraged_ by the venue.\n\nIn other words, exactly his kind of event, the wolf thought as he stretched, still in the luxuriant embrace of his very soft bed. He had been looking forward to it for a while, enough so that he had refrained from masturbating for a _week,_ and the result of that was plainly obvious in how his hard, lupine cock tented his silken bedsheets.\n\nEventually, he would have to get up and start getting ready, but for a little moment, Duke was happy just fantasizing about what kind of women he might meet. With how pent up he was, his musk – not an odor, more like a natural spice – was more powerful too, which would surely make it easy to seduce just about anyone. Maybe he’d have an entire orgy. Each fantasy made his overexcited cock throb eagerly as he imagined plunging it into one eager bitch or another.\n\nSoon his second alarm went off, which meant, as it always did, that the time for daydreaming and being lazy was over. With a groan, he rolled out of bed to freshen himself up for the event.\n\n---\n\nDuke arrived fashionably late to the gathering at the convention center. Sure enough, people were already a little tipsy, and the atmosphere was positively _charged_ with eroticism and desire. Some critters were dancing, others lounging, but Duke had to imagine that everyone’s goal here was to meet someone and have a little fun, which worked out great for him, as his musk was far more effective if someone was already primed for, well, getting the living daylights fucked out of them.\n\nBefore he could really start mingling, though, he saw someone he knew. An Australian Shepherd. Hazel! It had been months since last they met. Before her disappearance, they’d been chatting regularly, even nearly becoming lovers – or at least friends with benefits – before they'd stopped talking, and now here she was, all of a sudden! Duke made his way over.\n\n“Hey, Hazel! Long time no see,” he called out, and Hazel turned towards him.\n\nHad her eyes always been such a beautiful golden color?\n\n“Oh, hey Duke!” she beamed, waving to greet him, at which point Duke noticed a ring on her finger. If she had gotten married, that’d explain her long absence.\n\nOf course, Duke was still Duke, and he immediately desired her _more_ because of that ring. Especially as, when he got closer, he caught the unmistakable sweet fragrance of a canine heat. He _had_ to have her.\n\n“I love the ring,” he commented. “Your husband must be a very lucky man.”\n\n“Mhm, but I know a ring’s never stopped you,” she murmured, giving him a little wink in turn.\n\nWell, if she was here without her husband – while in _heat,_ at that – her intentions were rather obvious, and Duke was all for it. Yet, he did feel a _little_ bit uneasy about Hazel being so ready and seemingly eager to cheat on her new husband. She hadn’t _quite_ seemed like that the other times they’d met. Yes, she had a slutty side, but it hadn’t been front and center like this.\n\n“Would you like a drink? Might as well get the night started,” Hazel smiled.\n\nWell, of course Duke couldn’t say no to that, and soon he was sitting down at the bar with a glass of soju in his hand. It was his favorite drink, though he couldn’t quite remember telling Hazel about it. Ah, it was probably nothing, he thought, letting the alcohol brush his worries aside.\n\n“So why _are_ you here anyway? I mean, if you have a husband and all,” Duke asked her, wanting to hear the pretty shepherd admit it herself.\n\n“Oh, why wouldn’t I be?” she smiled back, revealing nothing, but scooting a little closer to Duke. “Is there something wrong with that?”\n\n_Of course not,_ the wolf thought. And yet, there was that feeling of uncanniness again. Who acted like this? Who dropped all contact, got married, and then reappeared at an event where you were very likely to get bred by a stranger, while in heat on top of that?\n\nDespite his own interests, Duke's kindness and concern overcame his horniness. “Are you feeling alright? Like, how’s life going in general?” he asked. “Everything good?”\n\n“Of course everything is good,” she replied in a cheerful tone. “Can’t a girl feel a little frisky?”\n\nSuddenly her hand was in Duke’s lap. On his crotch, in fact, greedily squeezing the bulge that Duke had considerately ignored until now. Yet, the instant her slender and warm fingers squeezed him, he swelled up immediately to full hardness. He let out a breathy huff.\n\n“I don’t remember you being this eager,” he groaned, trying his hardest to not give in right away. A breeding was always better if preceded by a slow, deliberate session of teasing and getting each other utterly, irresistibly worked up.\n\n“Well, I am now,” Hazel smiled. “Don’t you like it?”\n\n“I do, I _do,_ just… nnh, your heat must really be getting to you,” Duke replied, throbbing eagerly in the embrace of the dog’s cunning fingers.\n\n“Don’t worry about me,” she added. “How about another drink? Bartender, bring the wolf a Glimmergold!”\n\nThat wasn’t a drink Duke was familiar with, but he couldn’t exactly say no to a beautiful, married bitch in heat rubbing his cock with such obvious need. The drink arrived in a tall glass and shimmered beautifully in the dim lighting of the lounge, as if full of gold dust. It was a little thicker than the average drink. Probably cream, Duke thought, as he raised and swirled the glass to look at the mesmerizing liquid a little more closely.\n\n“What’s in this?” he asked.\n\n“Just _cream_, gold flake… chocolate, you know, all the good stuff,” Hazel confirmed. “Drink up, you’ve got a long night ahead of you!”\n\nWell, Duke certainly didn’t doubt _that,_ especially as the dog pushed her hand _into_ his pants to stroke his cock surreptitiously the moment he raised the glass to his lips. The pleasure shooting through his body made it a little hard to concentrate on the flavor of the drink – it was _thick,_ a little creamy and salty with notes of chocolate – but it went down quite easily, the taste enhanced by his growing lust.\n\nHe was starting to feel warm now, the alcohol in his belly spreading through his body. A little woozy, too. The second drink must’ve been _really_ strong, he thought, and to his surprise, his cock only seemed _more_ receptive to her touches, to the point that Duke gasped, twitching in Hazel’s hand.\n\nOf course, with that fire well and truly lit, he didn’t hesitate to grope the bitch in turn, reaching to knead her crotch first through her short skirt, and then pushing his greedy hand underneath it to feel out her up panties and the soft mound beneath. They were wet, even _soaked._ Maybe her husband just couldn’t satisfy her properly. Or maybe he couldn’t knock her up.\n\nWell, it didn’t matter. He was horny enough to let it cloud his judgement and overpower his concern for her well-being, and if there had been any doubt left in his mind, then it was gone the instant her hand joined his in her pants and teased his fingers deeper into her slick sex.\n\nHe wasn’t totally gone. He still had the feeling that the shepherd with golden eyes was a little different than usual, as much as his cock wanted to argue otherwise, or at least, not _care_ as he curled his fingers inside her, rubbing her inner walls and prodding around for that oh-so-sensitive g-spot buried inside all women.\n\nShe pulled her hand back, smearing her juices over Duke’s nose. He inhaled on pure reflex, her intense heat-scent hitting his already dazed head like a sack of bricks, mingling with the warm fuzziness from the drinks. He throbbed again.\n\n“G-god, fuck, Hazel, what’s gotten into you? Heat _that_ bad?” Duke stuttered, licking his nose and tasting her heat-flavored nectar.\n\n“Maybe just a little bit,” she countered, leaning down when the bartender was preoccupied with a few other customers. She pressed her nose against Duke’s bulging from, breathing deep of his addictive scent and readily shuddering in an immediate, physical response. Her fingers pulled his zipper down and then fished his erection out, not wasting a moment before wrapping her lips round it.\n\nAnd _that_ was his true breaking point. Stifling a moan, Duke melted into the sensations as Hazel’s mouth sunk deeper onto his cock, tongue flicking across his hard shaft until her lips were pursed around his barely swollen knot. _Clearly,_ she needed her heat taken care of, and _badly,_ if she was willing to start sucking his cock in public like this. Sure, it wasn’t anything out of the norm for _this place,_ but it was for Hazel herself, who had never quite been such a wanton slut in the time Duke had known her.\n\n“R-really gonna do that r-right here?” he choked out. By now, people were looking. Duke wasn’t ashamed, exactly, but it was still awkward to moan out with a warm muzzle around his cock in public, still.\n\n“Mm-hm,” Hazel murmured back. And then she started really sucking him, completely uncaring about who might see them. She kept flicking her tongue over his tip, hand gently cupping and caressing his balls as she nursed on his cock, only to stop every single time that Duke almost reached his orgasm, instead remaining still as she swallowed down another mouthful of precum.\n\nAnd she _kept at it_ until Duke was openly groaning and squirming, his balls tight to the point they felt like they’d explode. He wanted to beg the shepherd to let him finish, but couldn’t even get the words out, his cock harder than he could ever remember it being in her warm, welcoming mouth.\n\n_That_ was when she pulled off, leaving the wolf panting and his cock throbbing in the air.\n\n“-come on, I’m gonna- _fuck,_” Duke protested, and Hazel’s first response was nothing but a sly smile.\n\n“A stud like you shouldn’t want to waste his cum like that,” she murmured. “You can deal with the blue balls for just a little longer, I have somewhere much better for you to put all that potent seed…”\n\nAs frustrated as Duke was, he couldn't disagree that he’d much rather empty his balls as deep into the married bitch’s cunt as he could, and so he – grumbling all the while – stuffed that aching erection back into his pants.\n\n“Hope your husband’s okay with it, because it’s _definitely_ going to happen after that,” Duke growled quietly, and once again Hazel only smiled. They had one more glass of that strange golden drink, and then, she finally, _finally_ stood up, having decided to take the next step.\n\n“Let’s head to my place,” Hazel suggested, and at that point Duke’s instincts were like a collar and a leash around his obedient puppy neck. What _could_ he do but agree?\n\nShe ordered a cab as they walked outside and they stepped inside it. The moment the vehicle moved, Hazel kissed him. It almost felt like she was trying to distract him from thinking about what was happening, and worse yet, she was _very_ good at it. The feel of her soft lips smushing against his own and her tongue tangling with his made it _very_ hard for Duke to think about anything at all except his rock-hard erection and the warm pussy waiting for him between the married shepherd’s legs.\n\nThe drinks were _really_ hitting him now. Maybe he was a little sensitive to one of the ingredients or something. But although Duke felt woozy, he certainly wasn’t going to stop, not even as the cab driver barked at them to stop, eventually sighing out loud and turning up the music to drown out their moaning. And then, he closed the little window between himself and his rowdy passengers, so as to not have to breathe in their terribly alluring scents.\n\nIn the back, though, those scents – Duke’s addictive musk, and Hazel’s naturally appealing heat-fragrance, were accumulating. Duke was tempted to push the dog down right then and there in the back seat, but she resisted his attempts, only spreading her legs when he was rubbing her rather than trying to clamber on top and mount her.\n\n“Not yet, wolfy,” she murmured. “We want a more comfortable bed, don’t we? Besides, I want to tease you a little more, have you work up a _really_ big load of cum for me…”\n\nDuke noticed her giving her number to the cab driver too, sliding a little slip of paper underneath the closed window. A strange choice, maybe, but perhaps she had simply embraced being a total slut when in heat.\n\nSoon enough, they arrived at Hazel’s building. It was a high-end flat downtown, near the top floor of one of the tallest, most imposing high rises. Hazel had really done well for herself, Duke thought, because this place could _not_ be cheap. She’d been comfortably middle class when he first met her, but this apartment was outright luxurious, and it was obvious the moment they got inside.\n\nHe caught a different scent in the air immediately. A kind of musky, alluring cologne, distinctly masculine but still pleasant to the senses. That had to be her husband, who the wolf presumed wasn’t home, or if he _was_ home, he was probably the type who wanted to watch.\n\n“How about another drink before we get to what we’re here for?” Hazel flirted, and after a brief stint in the kitchen, she returned with another one of those drinks of shimmering gold.\n\n“Another one? If you’re not careful, I might struggle to fuck you,” Duke chuckled as he took the offered drink. It being exactly the same as the one that he’d had at the bar was a little strange, but this one seemed even thicker than the last. Maybe she just had fresher cream at home than the bar did.\n\n“No, no, I don’t think that’s something you’ll have to worry about with _these_ drinks,” the shepherd smiled. “Bottoms up, let’s have a little private party.”\n\nDuke shrugged as he sipped the drink. The taste was incredible; he could definitely see himself ordering it in the future too. There was an almost addictive quality to it, and it wasn’t just the alcohol, but something _deeper._ Something tastier. Hazel assured him that it was only cream, but once again, he found himself growing a lot fuzzier than a few drinks could’ve managed. Fuzzy and… _obedient,_ somehow, like he wanted to please… _someone._ Hazel was there, of course, but the feeling wasn’t quite _centered_ on the beautiful bitch. He felt almost like he was floating when the dog finally decided to disrobe.\n\nShe looked more beautiful than ever. One by one, her clothes came off. First the sweater, letting him see her perky nipples pressing stiffly against her thin undershirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and so when she seductively pulled the shirt off too, her heavy breasts bounced free. Duke wasn’t one to get easily mesmerized, but all the scents and tastes of the evening had him in a nearly hypnotized state, all but drooling as he watched her _assets_ jiggle with each calculated little movement of hers.\n\nThen, it was time to see what he _really_ had come here for. Duke took his own clothes off in preparation, letting her see his hardness as she got fully naked.\n\nHer short skirt slipped down her flared, soft hips. Fingers hooked into the lacey thong she was wearing, and leaning forward, she slid it down her legs. Finally, after what seemed like an exquisite eternity, she straightened up again, letting Duke gaze at her puffy, wet pussy. As if to make him drool even more, she used the hand with the ring on it to rub herself, teasing her lips and ever so slightly parting her plush, pink lips. The juices smeared over the golden band, nearly short-circuiting Duke’s already struggling mind with how hot it looked, how eager she evidently was to get bred despite being married to someone else.\n\n“I want your puppies, Duke,” she whispered, stepping closer and once again wrapping her warm fingers around his cock, pulling him into the bedroom like a dog on a leash.\n\nIn there, that cologne-like musk was more present. It made sense; that was where the husband slept as well, after all. But it _was_ absolutely alluring, and Duke subconsciously breathed that scent in just as happily as he did Hazel’s lusty fragrance.\n\nStill, she was his primary focus. Hazel pushed him down onto the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him and pressing herself so close that he could _feel_ her heat. Her body temperature was higher, like a fever, and her pussy, hovering so close to his cock, was also much hotter than usual, and felt it before even the first electrifying touch.\n\n“Gonna give them to me?” she asked playfully, reaching down to grab his shaft once more, only this time she _finally_ guided it between her legs, pressing the tip against her soaking wet lips.\n\n“F-fuck yes I am,” Duke growled. “I hope your husband’s fine with raising a bastard or two.”\n\nHazel lowered herself with excruciating slowness, as if she was _really_ trying to make Duke cum as hard as possible. And at this point he would. He could already tell that he wouldn’t be moving for a _good_ while after he filled her womb to the brim, and that was totally fine; he had nowhere else to be. Maybe he’d even fuck her a few more times after that just to make sure it took.\n\nHazel whimpered quietly as the first inches of Duke's cock finally sank into her clutching, unfaithful pussy. “He won’t mind.”\n\nAnd with that, she impaled herself fully on his cock. Duke groaned, biting his lip to keep himself from cumming instantly. No matter what, he _would_ make this last, he _would_ savor claiming someone else’s wife even as Hazel’s pussy massaged him, selfishly trying its hardest to drain him dry of his virile bounty as soon as possible.\n\n“Fuck, you feel _amazing,_” Duke groaned, his entire body feeling somehow both weak and at the same time overcharged with raw sexual energy. His hips twitched.\n\n“So do you,” Hazel moaned back. She took only a brief moment to adjust to Duke’s girth before her hips began swaying and gyrating, her unprotected pussy caressing every inch of Duke’s manhood. She was _far_ better at it than Duke had anticipated, and his fingers dug into her meaty hips as she rode him, trying her hardest to breed herself on his rod, to milk out every last precious drop of his potent seed into her.\n\nBut Duke wasn’t going to let her. _He_ would do the breeding rather than being treated as some sort of toy. In a burst of dominance, he held her still, and then began to thrust in turn, driving his leaking cock into her in sharp little thrusts and working up a quick staccato rhythm. He bounced Hazel on his lap and buried his face between her beautiful breasts, both of them already fantasizing about how they’d fill and swell with milk once she had been successfully fertilized.\n\nA less experienced male would’ve already cum, Duke figured. His balls actively _hurt_ with how badly he wanted to empty them, but he was an experienced stud and wanted to fuck the pretty dog completely senseless before he gave her the gift of motherhood that she so desperately wanted. Maybe _that_ was why she was so eager to fuck someone other than her sworn partner. Maybe he just couldn’t outlast all of her teasing and the exquisite, wet clenching of her sex around him.\n\nBut as sweet as bouncing her up and down on his engorged cock was, there was something better he could do. If he seeded her like this, all that cum would simply leak out of her. No, he wanted to plant it deeper, where it’d soak into her willing womb and _ensure_ that she ended up pregnant with his pups.\n\nHe stood up, grunting with exertion as he made sure to keep Hazel impaled on his cock – she eagerly helped by wrapping her legs around him almost convulsively – and then turned around, dropping her onto her back the bed.\n\n“That’s better. Wouldn’t want to spill anything,” he grinned. When Hazel moaned with approval, he begun to fuck her properly, in hard but steady thrusts.\n\nDuke’s knot was already fully swollen, slamming against the bitch’s lips with each smooth motion of his hips. She was tight enough to make it a challenge, but he was determined; it was all part of being a good breeder, after all. And so, Duke slammed into her harder, straining to grind against her slowly stretching entrance as he rutted her.\n\nIt was becoming too much to resist. But then, he didn’t need to for much longer. The moment he came, as long as his knot was inside her, all that precious cum would be safely pumped into her and _stay_ there while it worked its magic and got her pregnant.\n\n“Breed me!” Hazel cried out, her eyes rolled back in her skull as her pussy was suddenly milking him, leaking like a faucet around his cock, trying desperately to get his knot slick enough to allow it to pop into her. Duke, obediently, redoubled his efforts.\n\n“I will,” he hissed. And then he pushed just a little bit harder. Suddenly, he was an inch deeper inside her, and Hazel’s inner walls clamped down around his knot eagerly. “R-right now, e-enjoy your bastard… pups.”\n\nHe barely had the willpower to speak at all. One last short thrust into her, and there it was, the glorious white-hot ecstasy that the whole day's events had been building towards. Duke let out a triumphant howl as he hilted as deep as he could into Hazel’s body and came.\n\nThat orgasm consumed everything. His stiff cock bucked inside Hazel’s receptive sex, and then erupted, soaking her cervix with the first spurt of potent seed. Then another, and another, and Duke was _trembling_ with how incredibly overwhelming his orgasm was, to the point his toes curled and his legs nearly cramped as he inseminated Hazel’s married cunt and womb, ensuring that she’d spend the next nine months with a little pup or two growing inside her, ruining her formerly perfect and flat belly.\n\nBy the end of his orgasm, he was utterly spent. He slumped down on top of the beautiful Australian shepherd, his vision so blurry that he nearly saw double, and every ounce of strength burned away by the immense satisfaction of having done his masculine duty. He could only pant, and even then, just barely, wheezing for breath.\n\nUnbeknownst to Duke, they weren’t alone in the apartment. Someone was watching them, and that someone was Hazel’s _second_ husband, Kei.\n\nKei was a moth, though hardly a natural one. He had been designed rather than born like others of his kind for a nefarious purpose that nobody could remember; an experiment from some blacksite facility that wasn’t on any map. Whatever his exact purpose, it had worked well _repeatedly_ in all their tests_._ He, just like Duke, possessed pheromones, though his only turned his victims on, rather than making himself seem more attractive.\n\nIt was his cum that caused addiction, but there was a difference between him and the wolf. The wolf made people outright _addicted_, made them crave his cum, but the moment that Kei came inside someone unprotected, the victim would be almost irreversibly infatuated with him, submissive to his desires, and eager to please him at any given turn.\n\nHe had escaped from his handlers rather quickly. It was easily done the moment one of them forgot to wear a mask around him and ended up affected by his pheromones herself. After that, he had quickly made his way to the city where he could remain somewhat anonymous – he wasn’t the _only_ green moth out there, after all – and had begun building a harem of his own, both for pleasure and to live comfortably.\n\nIt hadn’t been the easiest experience. People in a big city like this were reserved, cautious to approach even if they felt uncontrollably horny. Several had slipped between his fingers and opted to masturbate their arousal away – once even in _public –_ rather than risk sex with him. Not because of what he was, but simply due to ingrained habits about safe sex.\n\nEventually, though, he had met Hazel. The dog had just gotten married, and had been a little drunk as well, altogether so happy that she didn’t really think about what she was doing, at which point Kei had swept in and charmed her pants off. It hadn’t quite been her wedding night, but a party the following day that she had received his cum and ended up the first of many in his new harem; his completely subservient bitch who would then serve to lure more future partners to his abode.\n\nNow, she was married to him. Still with the same ring that her former husband had given her; after all, why waste a perfectly good piece of jewelry, given that it _was_ gold, just the way he liked it? It wasn’t as if the thoroughly hypnotized dog minded as long as she got all the affection she needed from him, and Kei had quickly claimed the husband too. He was, perhaps, a little selfish, but not so cruel that he’d forcibly break up a loving couple; they could keep loving each other as his pets.\n\nAnd now, while her former husband was away on another mission, she had brought him a handsome wolf to properly try out his powers on. A _special_ wolf who Hazel had reassured him wasn’t quite like anyone else.\n\nNow, he wasn’t cruel. He let the poor wolf enjoy the aftermath for a little longer. After all, Kei wanted him to be fully conscious and aware of what was happening when he made his move, and so he waited patiently until Duke’s cock had fully stopped throbbing inside his wife. Oh, she’d certainly get pregnant, but that was _fine_ given what he was about to do to the wolf. It was one thing to claim someone’s womb; but another – and far more intoxicating – thing entirely to claim their _mind._\n\nWhen Duke, some fifteen minutes later, heard someone approach them from behind – he was still on cloud nine, having emptied his balls so thoroughly that he couldn’t be sure if they’d ever recover, and his knot was quite swollen and stuck inside her still – he didn’t immediately have much of a reaction. A lot of couples liked cuckoldry, after all, and the wolf wasn’t the type who really minded being watched. So, he relaxed, simply waiting for the poor husband to finish shamefully stroking himself off to the sight of his in-heat wife having just gotten bred by someone who to him was a total, if studly, stranger.\n\nHazel whispered something to him. It didn’t really register in Duke’s head, but he didn’t feel like it could be terribly important. Normally, his orgasms were followed by a certain clarity of thought, but this time, he just wanted to lay there forever, enjoying her scent and the fact that he was still buried balls deep inside her.\n\nSlowly, though, he realized that he couldn’t hear the husband stroking himself as they usually did. In fact, he made no sound at all as he approached. A tingle of worry traveled the length of his spine, a feeling like he was about to get a dagger in the back. He began to pull back just a little, letting his knot tug against Hazel’s powerful muscles and equally fighting against the urge to just stay buried inside his borrowed bitch, when she suddenly hooked both legs around his haunches to keep him in place.\n\n“What are you _doing?”_ Duke hissed, now twice trapped. “Look, I have to get up if you want to have another go, stretch my legs and…”\n\nAnd then the stranger grabbed his ass rather shamelessly.\n\n“H-hey, look, I’m sorry I fucked your wife, okay?” the wolf exclaimed, helpless as he was as his own hole was suddenly exposed. “I’ll make it up to you, we can go get a couple of beers-”\n\nHazel caught his maw in another deep, passionate kiss to silence him. Her eyes told him to just _let it happen,_ and his body said the same. It was only his mind that protested as the strange male climbed into bed with them, and without as much as an ounce of hesitation, pushed Duke’s legs apart and knelt behind him. He felt a heavy cock slap against one of his cheeks.\n\nThat was the moment he realized that something was really wrong. Duke wasn’t a bottom. He was barely gay at all. And yet, the touch of this whoever-it-was immediately had his body surrendering to him. His tail twitched and then hiked up even as he tried to keep it down. His muscles tensed to push his ass back against the other male to present himself properly, and as he squeezed his ass again, Duke couldn’t help but moan into Hazel’s mouth.\n\nWhy did he feel so subservient?\n\nThe kiss broke as the moth grinded his cock against Duke’s pucker leisurely, seemingly in no hurry at all to claim him, and Hazel looked up at him with those golden eyes of hers.\n\n“It’s gonna feel _so good,_ I’m jealous,” she huffed. “Just let him take control. It’s the best thing _ever_.”\n\n“D-did you just… lure me here so he could-” Duke grunted, hearing and feeling Kei spit on his exposed hole, positioning himself to penetrate and claim him. That last sensation, of the other male’s very tip pushing into his virgin ass, made him squeak with how intense it felt. “-please be gentle, at least.”\n\nHe didn’t immediately understand what Hazel was talking about. He was just about to get fucked, wasn’t he? The now rather intense head-fogging fragrance in the air didn’t really mean anything to him, and his train of thought was once again interrupted as the moth slowly pried him open. Worse yet, Duke realized that he didn’t _want to_ resist. He tried to muster the will to do so, and yet he could do nothing to clench or tighten up to keep the moth’s cock out of him, as if his body yearned for it and _welcomed_ him. As if there was some heavenly finale that they had to reach or he’d never feel complete again.\n\n“Good puppy,” Kei chuckled.\n\n“Come on, Duke, you can fuck me again if that helps, I just want you to feel good,” Hazel moaned in an almost feverish tone. “Yield to the feelings. Take your place at our master’s feet.”\n\nThe sensation of the stranger sliding into him was breathtaking. Not just the way it stretched him, but how _right_ it felt. Duke wasn’t sure if he was _actually_ feeling that way, but his cock, which had been slowly softening, instantly shot back up to full hardness as inch after inch of firm, hot cock pushed under his tail. It felt _too_ good.\n\n“W-what- what was in those drinks?” he asked, suddenly putting two and two together. The scent, the feelings, his apparent innate submission to this other male, it all made a terrifying kind of sense. The other male was something like himself, only _he_ was in the dominant position that Duke usually assumed.\n\nHazel didn’t answer, but she didn’t _need_ to answer. The cream was cum, from whatever the male claiming his ass was. It had to be. And if just drinking a diluted form of it had been that potent, what would the effect be once it was pumped directly into his utterly defenseless body?\n\nDespite that realization, he could only squirm weakly, especially as Kei pinned him down against Hazel’s body. Her heavy breasts squashed against his flat chest, and his cock – that he had been trying to tug out of the bitch – slipped deeper into her already cum-filled body, causing all three of them to moan in unison.\n\n“S-stop,” he groaned. “I don’t-”\n\n“Shh, you _do_ want it, I promise it’ll feel amazing. And you got to breed me, didn’t you?” Hazel whispered, pulling Duke in flush against herself. “Be a good puppy for me.”\n\nWhile turnabout might’ve been fair play, Duke tried one last time to muster every little tattered fragment of resistance within him, trying to get his body back under his own control. But then, Kei’s cock throbbed inside him. It wasn’t his orgasm, not yet. Just precum. And yet as it squirted into Duke and soaked his insides, it was like a shot of the purest aphrodisiac directly into his bloodstream. Duke’s shaft jerked inside Hazel, and he moaned as a submissive, pliant warmth spread through him almost instantly. It was a rush, a sensual high that left the wolf feeling weak and yet so, so fantastic, as if his entire body was just _pleasure._\n\n“Now you feel it,” Hazel purred. “It’ll only get better. Let him pump you full.”\n\nDuke was limply rocked back and forth between Hazel and Kei, the moth’s thrusts setting the pace and controlling his pleasure just as he’d soon control all of him. The raw physical sensation of his cock sliding in and out of Duke’s ass suddenly felt very, _very_ good, as if his body had grown more sensitive around it, _molded_ to his exact girth and length. It was the first cock he had ever taken, and it already had him moaning in ecstasy.\n\nIt only got better when the moth suddenly angled his thrusts and hit some sensitive spot inside Duke that he hadn’t ever thought about; his prostate. Kei’s cock bumping into it made the increasingly submissive wolf whimper, his mind suddenly swimming with pleasure as it jolted through his submissive body.\n\nOf course, Hazel’s seductive – and evidently _treacherous_, rather than unfaithful – cunt squeezing his already overstimulated shaft so tightly and needily, with his own cum providing a silken layer of lubrication, made it all the more difficult to resist, and Duke could feel his independence fading away slowly, as he was both milked and stuffed full all at once.\n\nHow could she have betrayed him like this?\n\nMaybe it was only fair, Duke’s subservient half replied in his mind. _After all, you were so eager to help her betray his husband._\n\nIt’d only be a few more minutes, now. The wolf tried to hang onto what remained of him; his awareness, his dominance, his strength, and to no avail, not with his senses so utterly overwhelmed already and his body yearning for Kei’s addictive cum.\n\nSuddenly, Hazel spoke again. “He’s about to cum,” she murmured, the strange link between pet and master letting her feel a fraction of Kei’s pleasure.\n\n“Don’t move. Gods, I’m _so_ jealous…” she continued, reminiscing about how good it had felt to lose herself to Kei in one moment of searing pleasure that she’d remember and treasure forever. And now her friend was about to feel it too, all thanks to her actions. She was soaking wet and trembling as she proudly stared up at Duke, wanting to see the moment that his eyes changed to that sensual, submissive gold that hers were, signifying his final surrender and binding.\n\n“Here it comes, puppy,” Kei grunted. He had an iron grip around Duke’s waist as he hammered into the wolf, already far past the point of no return, tensing up to pump a plentiful load of mind-altering cum into his vulnerable body.\n\nDuke felt Kei’s dominant, thick cock stiffen inside him. It swelled a little bigger. He was a male himself; he knew exactly what that meant, and in that moment, arousal overcame fear of what might happen. He surrendered, preparing himself mentally for belonging to someone else, and immediately his already afflicted body rewarded him heavily. He groaned as his second orgasm of the night hit and another warm load of lupine cum was pumped into Hazel’s overstuffed pussy by his jerking, pulsing cock.\n\nThat wasn’t the true climax of the night. That came when Kei finally began to throb inside him. At first Duke felt nothing else, a fleeting sense of relief that he might be immune thanks to his own strange powers, but then, the moth’s sticky cum soaked into his body. His eyes went wide as his own orgasm intensified tenfold in a burst of golden pleasure. It felt like he was cumming his soul out his body.\n\nSpecks of glimmering gold floated across his vision as a profound bliss swept over him, what felt like orgasmic _fire_ burning through his body and mind like a conflagration of pure euphoria, binding him to the moth’s will as his seed overpowered and rewired the wolf’s mind and branded him as his pet. In only a few heartbeats, Duke was begging to be taken, even to be bred, grinding back against his new master with a feverish need to receive every last drop of his seed, no matter what it took. After all, it was his _gift_ to the wolf, not to be wasted but _treasured._\n\nLosing himself like that didn’t feel scary. It felt liberating, like he no longer had to make any of the important decisions in his life. A relief from the stress of everyday life, with only one desire remaining in his mind: to please his master.\n\nAnd so, Duke’s body, clenching just like Hazel’s had, milked Kei dry until even the moth was spent. He savored every pressured spurt of cum, moaning as the liquid, sensual heat built up inside him.\n\n“You look _so_ sexy like that,” Hazel crooned, pulling Duke into another kiss as she gazed into his golden eyes; the single mark that Kei left on all his servants and pets to let everyone know who they belonged to.\n\nDuke _felt_ sexy, too. Sexier than he ever had before, having earned the _right_ to be seeded by the dominant moth. He thanked her, but he was far too tired to think of anything at all, and so they fell asleep like that, the master caressing his two pets while staying inside Duke just long enough to make sure his seed had fully overwritten the wolf’s dominant personality, just like the wolf’s would have claimed Hazel’s womb. A fair trade. He rumbled with satisfaction as they all drifted off in a perfectly bisexual – or perhaps simply _uninhibited_ – mess of tangled limbs and matted fur.\n\n---\n\nDuke woke up the next morning, still sandwiched between Hazel and Kei. The former had her fingers around his stiff cock, and other was humping against him as if still half asleep.\n\nHe was _somewhat_ aware of what had happened. He was equally aware that he probably should’ve been a little concerned, or maybe even upset, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually protest anything, _especially_ not with the beautiful shepherd stroking him, thumbing over his tapered tip and squeezing his half-swollen knot, and his master’s cock seeking the pleasures of his cum-soaked ass once more. It felt too nice; he could worry about all this later, after he’d enjoyed the affections of both Hazel and Kei a little longer, and so, Duke let himself sink back into that happy, relaxed feeling of subservience and pleasure. After all, this was what his master wanted, so there could be nothing wrong with it.\n\nAs Kei fully woke up and decided to start his morning by lazily grinding his morning wood against his new pet’s shapely ass, Duke eagerly pushed himself back against him like a good, submissive bitch, his body already craving another warm load of his intoxicating cum inside him.\n\nBut something dawned on Kei, too. It felt like a tugging at the periphery of his consciousness, more obvious each time he breathed in. He found himself _craving_ the wolf in a way that he couldn’t quite remember craving someone’s ass before.\n\n_Huh._\n\nIt was probably nothing. He was quite immune to that kind of scent-based control, he thought, and yet the urge the bury his cock inside the wolf again was almost _overbearing,_ which brought him a moment of pause.\n\nHe shuddered. He wasn’t usually the type to _shudder,_ certain that he was perfectly in control, but as the next breath in made his rock-hard erection throb quite eagerly, it quickly became impossible to deny that he was somehow affected by the wolf in turn. Maybe his designers hadn’t accounted for _others_ having the same powers as him, and thus didn’t bother to actually make him immune. A snake wasn’t immune to its own venom, after all, nor would a sniper shrug off bullets from his own rifle.\n\nHe craned his neck to get a look at Duke. The wolf’s eyes were still the appropriate shimmering gold for a member of his harem. The other male was still under this control, just as intended. And then, the moth inhaled again, feeling his own mind tingle as the wolf’s pheromones washed over him.\n\nThis, he realized, _might_ become a problem. If he was getting _addicted_ to a pet of his, especially a prized catch like the brown wolf – one quite naturally dominant, at that – there was certainly a risk of their relationship flipping. Perhaps repeatedly. Chances were that he could remain in control as he always did, but now that it was a _chance_ rather than a certainty, he found the thought bothering him.\n\nWell, he’d figure out a solution for that, Kei thought, shunting the problem for a future version of himself to deal with. Right now, he had more pressing issues to take care of, like the raging morning wood demanding his full attention. Dealing with that would certainly clear his mind up a little. He knew the risk that he might be taking, but what they said about moths and flames was certainly true to an extent. And could _anyone_ really resist a _perfect_ ass like that? So what if he was a little addicted to one of his beloved pets?\n\nThe moth gently tugged Duke’s tail up and slid his shaft between the other male’s cheeks, the tip resting against that delightful pucker. To think that the wolf preferred to be on top, trying to deprive other males of the pleasures of filling his ass the way it was clearly meant to be filled.\n\nKei nudged his cock in. Duke moaned eagerly, again instinctively pushing back against him, and with Hazel’s hands still caressing his own cock, he came almost immediately with a pleasured growl, cum splattering onto Hazel’s smooth stomach. And his scent intensified even as his tight little pucker clenched rhythmically around Kei’s shaft, the moth in turn finding himself almost entranced.\n\n_Yeah._ This _would_ be a problem. For future Kei, that is. With a lusty groan of his own, he grabbed the wolf’s hips and started to rut him once again."}